text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Sprite of Segowen
speaks.
Deceiving gold was once my only toy,
With it my soul within the coffer lay,
It did the mastery of my life employ,
By night my mistress, and my jub by day.
Once, as I dozing in the witch-hour lay,
Thinking how best to filch the orphan's bread,
And from the helpless take their goods away,
I from the skyën heard a voice, which said:
""Thou sleepest; but lo! Satan is awake,
Some deed that's holy do, or he thy soul will take.""",2009-09-14 19:33:40 UTC,"""Deceiving gold was once my only toy, / With it my soul within the coffer lay""",2005-05-31 00:00:00 UTC,Stanza XXV,"",,Metal,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),8607,3336
"Pausanius, gen'ral of united Greece,
Accept these ample succours from the hand
Of provident Themistocles. Possess'd
Of Oeta's passes, he the Persian host
Now with impenetrable toils besets
Like beasts of prey, entangled by the skill
Of some experienc'd hunter. Thou receive,
Just Aristides, from Timothea's love,
A suit of armour new, in Chalcis fram'd,
Without luxuriant ornament, or gold.
The shield, an emblem of thy soul, displays
Truth, equity and wisdom, hand in hand.
This for her children, and thy own, consign'd
To her Euboean roof and pious care,
She bids thee lift and conquer. Thou restore
The little exiles in their native homes
To dwell in peace. Her gift, she adds, derives
Its only value from the wearer's worth.",2009-09-14 19:42:52 UTC,"""The shield, an emblem of thy soul, displays / Truth, equity and wisdom, hand in hand.""",2005-05-31 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15138,5670
"O'erbreath'd we come where, 'twixt impending hills,
Ran the joint current of two gurgling rills;
On either hand, adown each fearful steep,
Hung forth the shaggy horrors, dark and deep:
Here, thro' brown umbrage, glow'd the vivid green,
And headlong slopes, and winding paths between;
Growth above many a growth, tall trees arose,
The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those;
A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd
And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.
",2013-06-04 16:48:01 UTC,"""The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those; / A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd / And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.""",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"",Inner and Outer,,Inhabitants,•INTEREST. Metaphor of mind is here exterior?,"Searching ""fancy"" and ""court"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15428,5782
"Upon a stated festival, the chiefs
And princes of the land, with princely dames,
Convened, a galaxy!--I too was there;
And there was Eliphene, as the star
Of beauty, regent, midst the smaller sparklers!
With fond attraction she compell'd me to her,
As the touch'd needle to the frozen north;
For so I did misdeem it.--From that day,
Amidst the noblest of her princely suitors,
I too preferr'd my claim.--She first receiv'd me
With smiling, kind, encouraging complacence:
But soon her looks grew more constrain'd--whene'er
Her eyes met mine, she blush'd and turn'd aside,
As wishing to avoid me.--To all others,
She look'd an elegance of ease, and spoke
In terms as free as air--to me, her speech,
Unfrequent, was abrupt and cautious.--Stung
With scorpion'd jealousy, I, to my soul,
Thus spoke indignant--""What have these to boast,
""These favour'd rivals, o'er rejected Hugon!
""Does their pre-eminence consist in shape,
""Or feature?--eyes, that are not Eliphene's,
""Will answer, No.--And, as to feats of prowess,
""Compared with me, they're nameless!--O shame, shame,
""Shame on this weakness, this degrading passion!
""Henceforth, I will wage war on my own heart--
""And conquer it, or perish!""",2009-09-14 19:43:38 UTC,"One can ""wage war"" on his own heart and ""conquer it, or perish""",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15432,5784
"When human feelings the warm breast inspire,
When pity softens, and when passions fire;
Then glows the Mint of Nature, apt, refined,
And Virtue strikes her image on the mind.
",2009-09-14 19:43:39 UTC,"When human feelings may inspire the breast so that the ""Mint of Nature"" glows, ""Virtue strikes her image on the mind""",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Coinage,•INTEREST.,"Searching ""passion"" and ""mint"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15438,5789
"The merchant venturous in his search of gain,
Who ploughs the winter of the boist'rous main,
From various climes collects a various store,
And lands the treasure on his native shore.
Our merchant yet imports no golden prize,
What wretches covet, and what you despise!
A different store his richer freight imparts--
The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts;
The social sense, the feelings of mankind,
And the large treasure of a godlike mind!",2013-06-11 18:52:38 UTC,"""A different store his richer freight imparts-- / The gem of virtue, and the gold of hearts; / The social sense, the feelings of mankind, / And the large treasure of a godlike mind!""",2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Coinage and Metal,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15447,5791
"But Donnegilda, cruel, crafty dame,
Great Alla's mother, over-fond of fame,
She, (as all antique parents, wondrous sage,
For youth project the inappetence of age,
Each sense endearing and humane despise,
And on the Mammon feast their down-cast eyes)
Malevolent beheld a Stranger led,
Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed:
For in the secret closet of her breast,
Constantia her imperial birth supprest,
Till Heaven should perfect the connubial band,
And with her Royal Offspring bless the land.
""Ah! ill-timed caution! were this truth declared,
""What a vast cost of future woe was spared!
""But where Heaven's will the unequal cause supplies,
""To set the world on fire a spark may well suffice.""",2009-09-14 19:43:42 UTC,"""Unknown, unfriended, to the Regal Bed: / For in the secret closet of her breast, / Constantia her imperial birth supprest""",2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"",Inwardness,,Rooms,•Cross-reference: found again in Ogle's Canterbury Tales (1741),"Searching ""breast"" and ""closet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15456,5781
"O, the fell conflict, the intestine strife,
This clash of good and evil, death and life!
What, what are all the wars of sea and wind,
Or wreck of matter, to This War of Mind?
Two minds in one, and each a truceless guest,
Rending the sphere of our distracted breast!
Who shall deliver, in a fight so fell;
Who save from this intestine dog of hell?",2009-09-14 19:43:43 UTC,"""O, the fell conflict, the intestine strife, / This clash of good and evil, death and life! / What, what are all the wars of sea and wind, / Or wreck of matter, to This War of Mind?""",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),15465,5798
"O, the fell conflict, the intestine strife,
This clash of good and evil, death and life!
What, what are all the wars of sea and wind,
Or wreck of matter, to This War of Mind?
Two minds in one, and each a truceless guest,
Rending the sphere of our distracted breast!
Who shall deliver, in a fight so fell;
Who save from this intestine dog of hell?",2009-09-14 19:43:43 UTC,"""Two minds in one, and each a truceless guest, / Rending the sphere of our distracted breast!""",2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15466,5798
"Here lies the body of John H---,
Entomb'd within this castle-wall;
Impaired by time not overthrown,
Fairly subdued by Sloth alone.
Like one of Virgil's lazy cattle,
Unfit alike for peace or battle.
As snug and totally at rest
As dormice in their dormant nest.
Like souls unborn and unequipp'd,
A blank, of many a passion stripp'd.
That minds as much as these same weak ones
The threats of bishops, priests, and deacons.
And who the promises believes
Of priests and deacons and lawn sleeves,
As much as they themselves believe
All that they teach from morn to eve.
Which they are not to blame for teaching,
But those that pay them for their preaching.
When young, by his parish priest's assistance,
He saw great marvels at a distance;
He saw both heaven and hell below,
And also saw in heaven or hell,
But so far off they made no show,
All people that on earth do dwell,
As children lifted by the chin
See London town and all within.",2009-09-14 19:44:03 UTC,"""Like souls unborn and unequipp'd, / A blank, of many a passion stripp'd.""",2005-03-02 00:00:00 UTC,"",Blank Slate,,"","","Searching ""mind"" and ""blank"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""soul"" and ""blank""",15587,5855